AN: Roxas x Xion. Inspired by Xion's theme song.

I have many habits. One of them could be considered… strange. I'm unsure if others do it. But it's become a favourite pastime of mine.

I imagine what people sound like.

I guess you could call it their theme song. Whatever it is, I do it whenever I meet someone. My friends, Hayner, Pence, and Olette, they have songs. Hayner's is upbeat and somewhat erratic. Pence's is slow and, even though I'd hate to say it, lazy. But it has a wonderful harmony. Olette's is calm and graceful, like a spring day. She's always been the most level-headed of our group. Other people around the town have songs as well. They each seem to echo who they are.

Recently, I met someone new.

She doesn't have a song.

I don't know why she doesn't have one, but I just can't think of anything for her. She's every song I know and every one I don't know. Her song is everything around me. The strangest thing is that I haven't actually met her. She's in my dreams; in the shadows that I don't see. All I know is that she's my friend.

I once thought that I could give her the echo of crashing waves. A familiar sound that reminds me of the summers I spent with my friends. It gives me a reminiscent feeling; the perfect way to describe her. When I dreamt, though, she didn't seem like that sound anymore. There's something about the girl that, yes, is very memorable. But as to label her as the sound of the ocean… it didn't feel accurate.

It bothers me that I am unable to give her one. It's so odd that I haven't thought of it yet. I can usually name a song for someone right off the bat. This girl wasn't like that. Is it because I don't have a good impression of who she is? I have an intuition that I do know her. However, her face and name are lost to me.

Perhaps I should start by naming her… though I know nothing about her. I thought long and hard, trying to visualize her. I only got to as far as a general image. She wears black, the same colour as her hair. It's a dark raven shade. Her eyes are a beautiful dark blue. As for anything else, I might as well as give up. I sat in my bed all night long to come up with just that. She still doesn't have a name.

In order to give my mind a rest, my friends and I went to the beach. We packed our things up, chattering happily as we walked to the station. That's when it hit me. I stood there, staring up at the clock tower. This place… this was the same essence the girl had. Was she a ghost that once lived in this area and now haunted me? No, I shouldn't think like that. Ghosts don't exist; that's just silly. From the bottom of my gut, I knew the girl still existed… somewhere.

We boarded the train, our joyful cheers filling that transportation vehicle up. I was enjoying myself until we took off. The noise of the train. It was so monotonous, yet it stayed there, constantly reminding us about itself. I focused only on that sound.

I really don't recall what happened that day. We have wonderful pictures from it though. Every now and then, I look at them at internally scold myself for wasting such a precious memory. But I had a more important thing on my mind; her.

I had finally found her song… or at least the basis for it. The sound of a train. It was always there, always reminding you that it still existed. A sound that was familiar and yet unknown. She, she was the sound of a train. She was the essence of that area. Her song revolved around that station.

I wanted to compose more of it. All she was at the current moment was the sound of a train. I knew she was more than that. She had a smile, a frown, an expression just like everyone else. My research led me to the top of the clock tower.

I was unsure if I was even allowed up here. Somehow, I knew my way around the tower. How to get up there, which doors to go through, how to not fall off an unexpected edge. It was nostalgia that I greatly valued for it helping me not to die atop a big enough sitting area closest to the roof. It was right in front of the clock. A part of me wished to mess with the hands of time but I held myself back. I was on a mission.

I could see all of Twilight Town. The sunset cast many hues of red, staining the town a menagerie of colours. It was beautiful.

I scooted closer to the edge. I planted my bottom on the perimeter, my feet dangling off. Suddenly, I was overcome by a sense of melancholy. It overpowered me. I could feel hot tears sliding down my cheeks. That's when one word uttered out of my mouth…

"Xion…"

I slept that night, uncomfortably of course. My mind was in utter chaos as it tried to uncover what 'Xion' was. As many ideas as I could think of raced through my mind. I tossed and turned again and again. What was Xion? At this point I was desperate to know.

"Please, what are you?!" I yelled into my pillow.

Silence answered me. I growled under my breath. It seemed to mock me in the all too lonely darkness that accompanied the night. My body was racked with weariness, tired from all the energy I had used from my tossing and turning. I flipped over onto my back, staring at the blatantly plain ceiling. My eyes slowly closed the last remaining image in my head the unsightly ceiling.

That's when she appeared.

Once again, her face was blurred to me. But, unlike before, I could see her smile. It wasn't exactly what I had been expecting. It was a soft, warm smile; one that she shouldn't have given to a stranger like me. Did that mean that I knew her? I had to try. She had troubled me so long. I wanted to know who she was.

"Xion…?" I asked. Her expression changed as soon as I said it. It was not the same comforting smile as before. It was sad, as if she was on the verge of tears. Her lower lip trembled slightly to add to her heart breaking appearance. Her mouth moved. The voice that came out was so soft it was barely a whisper.

"Yes, Roxas?"

That was it! Xion… it was her name. It was a peculiar name; not that I hadn't heard stranger. I turned head up to her to give her a smile when I felt something on my arm. It was water. Was Xion crying? Her expression looked like she was. The crackle of thunder shook me from my sleep right then. I sat bolt upright. Papers flew around my room as gusts swept in through my open window. I gripped the handles tight and quickly shut the window lest my bed become soaked with rain.

I didn't see her after I fell back asleep.